Home Alone.

“Hunter?! Thank God! I need you to do something for me.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m in the hospital—”
“What the hell happened?!”
“That’s not important, damn it! Becca! I’m worried about Becca!” He finished putting his shirt over his head in the bathroom. “She just got to my house and we were going out tonight and these guys broke down my door and took me away and I know she wasn’t alone! All I could hear was her screams. Agh! The neighbors aren’t home and I’m just getting discharged! A few guys found me unconscious and brought me here. I don’t know what to do! My mom’s picking me up but I can’t wait a half hour to make sure she’s okay! Please, you need to go see for me!”
“Calm down man, I’m sure—”
“NO! I won’t calm down! Becca could be dead and you are wasting time! Now go, please!”
“Okay,” He heard the engine start, “I promise I’ll call you soon.”
He hung up the phone and sat on the bed. He reached in his pocket and drew out the ring. It glimmered like her eyes, and he cried hysterically. “Becca.”

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